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Two months later….
Harry sat at the table in Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ron and
tried to study but his mind was elsewhere. His mind had been elsewhere a lot
lately and his friends had started to become very impatient with him. They were
every now and then bombing him with their questions, they asked what was wrong
or was he ill or something but mainly they were trying to make him reveal who
was the girl he was seeing and why it was such a secret. He had told them there
was no girl but they didn't believe his words. Until now.
"It's not a girl you're seeing." Hermione made him visibly jump and blush with
that sudden statement. He had no way of mistaking what she was talking about. Ron
was staring at her his mouth wide open in obvious shock. "That's why it's a
secret." She continued and as Harry looked at her firm face he knew she had
pondered the question a long time in her mind.
"No, it's not a girl." He whispered in defeat but added in a hurry "Neither
it's a boy I'm seeing." Well, practically he was
telling no lies there. Nobody would call his lover a boy so why would he? He
grinned inwardly at Hermione's expression of being totally lost.
"So you're not gay?" She asked raising her light brown eyebrows suspiciously. "You
don't like guys?" It was obviously hard for her to believe she might have
mistaken of something. Well, she hadn't and Harry sighed slightly before
admitting the truth
"Yes, I'm gay and so is Snuffles." His words made Hermione only to nod like she
had expected that about his godfather. Harry thought she probably had as she
knew everything and nothing ever escaped her. However, that thought was enough
to alarm him because it suggested she might already know…but a look into her
eyes told him that was unlikely.
"Snuffles is gay? Of you I can believe it. I mean
after what happened with Cho and after you haven't
talked about any girls you've fancied but Snuffles…never guessed that." Ron's
tone of voice was close to whining and he shook his head in clear
disappointment.
"Ron, don't be such a jerk." Hermione commented sharply and gave his arm a push
that was supposed to be disapproving but was too gentle for that. Ron shook his
head one more time and then pulled a face Hermione approved. His hand slid to
her hand almost automatically.
"So who's the man you're seeing?" Hermione fixed Harry with a very intensive
gaze under which he was tempted to squirm like a child who had done something
really bad. He hadn't anticipated she would continue her interrogation so
mercilessly. "It's not your godfather, or is it?" She asked and Ron seemed to
pale merely on that thought.
"No, I can confirm you it's not." Harry said and added in his mind "it is
someone much worse than him." He felt like grinning and an image of his lover's
impatient and glum face appeared to his head, his voice ringing in his ears
"I'll teach you a lesson about life and you'll learn, Potter." Sure enough,
Harry had learnt many great things during these two months but he didn't think
that had initially been in his lover's mind when he had spoken out those words.
"It's one of your teachers then?" Hermione went on questioning him and
scratched her head deep in concentration. Harry couldn't help but answer her
straightforward
"Sure, I'm professor Snape's lover." He confessed a
shy smile on his lips. They were never going to take him for real so it was
safe for him to say that.
"Yeah right, and I'm cheating Ron with Minerva McGonagall!" Hermione responded
very exasperated. Ron turned to stare at him totally horrified and unaware of
the heavy sarcasm in the girl's words.
"You are?" He voiced paling noticeably. Harry wanted to laugh as Hermione
looked about to start screaming at his boyfriend in frustration.
"I'm not! I'm just mocking Harry!" She explained sounding much more patient
than her features would have suggested.
"Oh…" Ron muttered blushing as he realized his stupidity.
"Really, Harry, you can tell us." She said now tired and whining like a little
girl who wanted her mother to buy her sweets. Harry just smiled at her and
rolled his eyes a bit before repeating what he had last said.
"I already told you. I'm professor Snape's lover."
This time he said it slowly and kept staring straight into her eyes hoping she
could read the truth and drop the subject. Obviously she did as her eyes grew
incredibly wide and she remained silent for a long time.
"Right." She commented then and got up abruptly. "I
have studied too long. I need fresh air." With that she left the room Ron
hurrying to go with her. After a moment Harry also got on to his feet and left
the Gryffindor dormitory. He wasn't at all surprised as he few minutes later
discovered he was standing on his lover's doorstep.
"I haven't asked you to come!" Snape snapped at Harry
as he opened the door and saw who was behind it, wanting to get his attention. Things
had not developed as he had planned. He had hoped to get rid off the boy by
shocking him with his wild actions but it turned out to be a mistake. He had
learnt that had been what the boy had hoped for. Moreover, Snape
had noticed after that he was stuck with him. He had noticed he had needs he
had long thought forgotten and he didn't want to let go off the boy.
It made him mad. Every time he saw Harry…Potter he was tempted to tell him it
was over between them. That it had been a nice ride but it had come to an end
now. That he was bored with the boy and his immaturity and needed and longed
for someone more mature to be with. He was tempted and yet afraid to say such a
thing. He wanted the boy to suffer as he himself suffered day by day. He
suffered of desire and fear of losing the object of his desires. He was sure it
wasn't love he felt for Potter. He hated the boy and he wasn't a loving man. No,
it was only a weakness. A weakness that drove him towards
insanity.
"Uh…" Harry murmured but was cut off as Snape pulled
him inside and slammed the door shut. He pushed Harry against the door and
glared at him for awhile.
"Never come here when I don't specifically ask you to!" He then hissed to
Harry's lips just before he seized them with his own and kissed them brutally. He
wrapped his arms around Harry's back and pushed his body against him to sense
his warmness. It felt right to Snape to do so. No, it
didn't feel right but he needed to do so. He couldn't have stopped himself of
doing so even if he had wanted to. And it took him all the power of will to
quickly release the boy's lips and not to drag him into his bedroom.
"Understood?" He asked panting in desire. Harry was panting as well as he
responded
"Yes, sir." They stared at each other half of a minute before Snape pulled away from the boy silently cursing himself and
again tempted to make an end to it all but instead he whispered
"Come back tomorrow night at ten." He opened the door and shoved the boy back
outside thinking how he truly hated him. He truly hated Harry Potter.
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Tomorrow night came all too soon and yet so slowly. As always Snape was having second thoughts about meeting the boy but
as Harry appeared on his doorstep again his mind lost all the sensible tracks. He
just wanted to feel the boy next to him, he wanted to feel wanted. This was the
first time he had ever experienced that someone really wanted to be with him
and while it drove him crazy he nevertheless cherished it. He didn't believe
Harry would actually love him. No, this was student's and teacher's
irrational crush over each others. This was two enemies making both peace and
war in bed. Battling over each others. Testing which one of them would last longer. It had nothing
to do with anything deeper. Nothing at all.
Snape pulled Harry inside his rooms not saying a
single word. Words were meaningless to them. Their bodies could do all the
talking for them. Like yesterday he pushed the boy against the door and kissed
him fiercely to his awaiting lips. This time there would be nothing that would
stop him from going further than kissing and just knowing that was enough to
make him mad with desire. Harry let him do whatever he wished, he was the
leader, the mentor but he never had total control. No, it was rather obvious
that the boy in fact controlled him, made him do what he wished. Snape hated to know that but some hidden part of him
enjoyed it immensely. He was tired of being rational and in control of his life
all the time. With the boy he could let himself loose.
Harry's lips, the taste of their owner's youth mixed with extraordinary
maturity only a boy who has faced the Dark Lord could have, made Snape absolutely delirious. He felt the boy's hands sliding
caressingly, seductively down along his back and then grabbing gently both of
his buttocks. It was outrageous how those simple touches threw him over the
edge and made his cock grow hard and aching! Snape
ripped off the robe covering the boy's youthful and oh so tempting body never
breaking their kiss and never harming the fabric of the robe as it was detached
of Harry's shoulders and dropped on the floor. Even in his lusting madness Snape still had some control of his own actions. The boy
shivered slightly in his arms and as their lips continued to brush against each
others and as their hot tongues interacted in a wild dance Snape
felt the boy's erection rub against his own.
"Good boy". Snape thought almost smiling though the
need made his aggressions rising. He let go off Harry's lips and bit his neck
so hard that the boy moaned in pain. It wasn't a loud sound but it brought into
Snapes' mind the fact he had nearly forgotten to put
on the Silencing Charm outside his rooms. Cursing because of the distraction he
pulled slightly back causing Harry to moan in frustration and feared rejection.
After casting the Charm with his wand to silence the sounds of their activities
Snape guided, or more like violently shoved Harry to
the bedroom and onto the bed.
"Take off your shoes." He ordered while removing his own clothes in a hurry. He
was on fire! He was in sweet hell watching the boy lie down on the bed in front
of him, wearing only his underpants that did nothing to hide his need. Good boy
indeed. Harry knew how to play the game with him. He was fully in charge and
would get what he wished. Lust burned in Harry's young green eyes as he slowly
moved his right hand to his pants and started stroking his cock all the time
staring at Snape. "Come and get me!" his eyes
pleaded, almost demanded and Snape felt lovely pain
wash over him. Totally naked he literally jumped forward and landed on top of
his student's hot body. Harry squirmed under him and they both moaned as their
cocks met again, both as hard as stone, rubbing each others and sending sparks
like they were trying to set a fire. But there was no need for that as they
already bathed in sea of flames of insane love.
Snape drowned his hands to Harry's messy hair and
placed a harsh kiss on to his lover's lips, on his jaw and on his neck. He
didn't like kissing but it was good for foreplay. It made him going so to speak
so he didn't mind it. It didn't tell him about love. Love didn't exist to him. Everything
was about sex, the body work. So Snape believed as he
twined his eager fingers around Harry's pulsing penis, stroke it awhile and
listened to the boy's pleading moans. Pleading moans that
asked him to take him there and to make him come. Only to Snape it wasn't a plea but an order he was to comply. So he
did. He tossed Harry around with more force than necessary. He never wanted to
see his lover's face when making…having sex with him. He wanted to forget about
the face. This was about need. His hands were trembling badly as he reached for
the bottle of lubricant standing ready on his night table. Only
for these sweet occasions. He whimpered and moaned as he spread the
liquid on his warm and aching member, stroked himself and repaired himself
almost but not quite ready to come.
Harry ordered him once more glancing him over his shoulder and told him to make
haste. Again he did. He couldn't linger. Harry needed him, desired him, lusted
him and though outside world he himself was the one deciding when to do what in
his bedroom Harry Potter was the King. He was Harry Potter's slave. With a one
hard one thrust he was inside the boy, sending him crying horribly in agony. His
cry would have woken up the whole Slytherin dormitory
had Snape not cast the Silencing Charm. Snape felt like laughing. He was going crazy. He would get
fired if anyone found out about him and Harry. He was constantly afraid of it
and yet he didn't seem to care so much now. As long as they were together any
other thing was meaningless.
Easily Snape found the suitable and steady rhythm to
complete his task with his student and some time the room echoed with their
moans increasing their volumes as their reached for the orgasm. They were
sweating. They were panting heavily and after they both came at exactly the
same time like their bodies were created for each others and they laid
exhausted on the bed Snape knew there was no denying
that he was indeed in love with Harry Potter.
tbc...
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